to let go of goals.

sunday, february 11th, 2024.

It's been a busy, but good week and week-end. Our little bicycle movement has been picking up traction. I've been asked to plan out a bike route for a two-ish mile ride for an event in May, plus chase down some quotes for a bulk buy of bicycle lights to give out to attendees. It's super awesome to see the city starting to get behind this whole thing!

My partner had a card with some leftover tokens on it from Dave & Buster's and we went yesterday. It's been over a decade since I stepped into one and, well, it's definitely not how I remembered it. Less interesting arcade machines and pinball tables this time— more ticket slot machines. But their business doesn't lack for it. The place was packed. We wound up closing the evening at an arcade bar closer to home after my partner gave the remaining game tokens to a family at the entrance.

We were talking in bed before we drifted off to sleep about life, our future, where we see ourselves in 5 or 10 years, goals, and all that mushy fun stuff. One thing I've realized about myself is that quantifiable goals work to my own detriment. This year, I've set a goal to read 15 books. But why the number? Will I care that I've met this quantity in 10 years? Or is it just that I would prefer to spend some more time reading and less time on, say, Hacker News or Reddit? Is it better to make general motions towards the me I'd like to be or is it worth setting specific goals? I think I'd prefer the former!

Until next time, be well! :)